Dear all,
Perhaps you’ll accuse me of being over-optimistic, but I’m pleased to report that this health-related dip in my ultra-cycling career is not without its silver linings.
As I think I’ve written before, I’d always considered this the worst-case scenario. If I couldn’t cycle (or couldn’t cycle as much), I’d have lost the most central part of myself, and not only would this probably lead to a huge existential crisis – I’d also, more practically, be foisted with a miserable surplus of time and energy, and have nothing to do with it beyond mourning the daily hours of cycling I had lost. To my relief, it hasn’t been anywhere near that bad. There are moments of grief, I’ll admit (especially when I watch dawn break from my desk, as I am now, and remember how I felt when I was cycling into it after a night on the bike) but in general I’m able to focus my attentions on everything else I have going on.

And, unexpectedly, this is quite a lot. I’ve learned once again that nature abhors a vacuum – that, if you create a space of any sort, something will have to surge in to fill it. And right now, for me, that thing is learning.
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